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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 4 months

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. Part 30/?

<Part 29<

"I need you to wake-up, My love." Steve whispered, looking down at where you rested your head against his chest, smiling lovingly at you.

The journey to Brook was long, tiring and uncomfortable. Even with a stop off for lunch and to stretch your legs, you still found yourself being lulled to sleep after a few hours as you cuddled up against Steve's warmth. Well, that and because Steve couldn't keep his hands to himself. Not that you were complaining.

You mumbled something incoherent as you snuggled closer to Steve making him chuckle and kissed the top of your head.

"I guess, you don't want my surprise then." He whispered.

You raised your head with a hum, "What surprise?" You asked groggily.

Steve smiled to himself, "Knew that would work." He sat up, untangling himself from you. "C'mon sleepy head. You can go back to sleep soon."

Your brow furrowed as you watched him open the carriage door and get out. "Are we back already?" You asked.

Steve shook his head. "Not quite." He held his hand out and helped you out of the carriage. "This is your surprise." He smiled.

You stood in silence as you looked at the cute (not so) little cottage in front of you that was tucked away behind a wall of trees and rose bushes. It was lit up with an orange glow and smoke pouring out of the chimney, looking warm and cosy.

Steve smiled to himself as he gave you a gentle nudge, encouraging you forward. "I thought this would be a good place for the two of us to hide away for a week or so. Enjoy married life without any worries. Just us." He whispered.

You stepped into the cottage with a grin, "Where are we?"

"Not far from the castle. My hunting cabin isn't far from here."

"It's beautiful... Who does it belong to?" You looked around the place, taking it all in.

Steve smiled as he stepped closer to you, placing his hands on your hips. "You."

You spun around to face Steve with a gasp, "Me?"

Steve nodded. "My father wanted mother to have a quiet place to retreat to if the castle got too much whilst she was carrying me, so he had this place built. Once I was born, it became a place the three of us would use to hide away from the castle..."

Your brow furrowed, "It's not mine then if your father had it built for your mother."

Steve sighed softly, "Sweetheart, it was my mother who gifted it to you... To us. She knows how difficult it can be for a young Princess... She wanted you to have a place that you feel safe in, like she did." He smiled lovingly st ypu as he took yoyr hands in his. "Wha'cha say, happy to spend some time alone with me here, wife?"

You bit you bottom lip and nodded with a giggle, "I certainly am, husband." You wrapped your arms around Steve's neck and kissed him.

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The sound of birds tweeting and the sun leaking through the drapes slowly aroused you from your sleep just enough for you to sense something was happening around you that could only be described as chaos. You could hear voices, shouting and cursing over the top of one another, heavy footsteps stomping back and forth. You let out a tired groan and rolled over in the large empty bed, frowning as you blindly searched for Steve. You opened your eyes and looked around the room, empty. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before climbing out of bed and making your way out of the room, in search of your husband.

The cottage wasn't too big that you'd end up lost like you did on your very first visit to the castle, but there were still plenty of rooms to explore.

You fell in love with the cottage the moment your eyes landed on it. It was much bigger than you first thought, but it still managed to have a cosy feel to it.

The room you and Steve were occupying was larger than the others that filled the cottage. It had a four poster bed at the farthest side of the room, a dressing table and chair against the wall opposite the door, a fireplace opposite the bed, as well as having a small closet attached. There was a smaller room opposite that had been used as Steve's when he was much younger and had been turned back into a nursery for when the time arrived for yours and Steve's children to use. A small water closet sat at the end of the hallway on the left that held a large bathtub (big enough for two) and next door to your room was what had been a study that Steve's father used before Steve had it changed into a miniature library for the two of you to use. That, too, had a fireplace that the two of you could sit in front of. At the other end of the hallway was a door that led into the front of the cottage. The door opened up into the sitting room, a large space that had a couple of armchairs in front of another fireplace as well as a dining table by the window that looked out onto the small garden that was filled with rose bushes and trees. To the right of the sitting room was a joining kitchen, and that was where you found your husband and the chaos.

You watched as Steve, Sam and Bucky coughed, trying to wave smoke away from them as they each yelled over one another.

"What on earth is going on?" You asked with a cough, quickly covering your mouth.

The three of them turned towards you like startled deer, panic in their eyes.

When no one answered, you huffed and folded your arms across your chest. "Well?"

"His fault!" Sam and Bucky said in unison as they pointed at Steve.

Steve glared at them, "Is not."

You rolled your eyes as the three of them began to talk over each other once more. "Enough!" You huffed and made your way over to the large wooden door at the front of the cottage that lead out into the garden, "You're like children... Worse than Morgana." You mumbled.

"What are you doing, My love?" Steve asked as he watched you open the door.

"Letting the smoke out so we don't choke to death." You turned back to the three of them. "Perhaps one of you could open the windows?"

Sam and Bucky quickly and began moving around the cottage. Steve stayed in the same spot with his head lowered, chewing on his bottom lip looking a lot like a child that's about to be scolded.

You smiled to yourself as you walked towards him, reminding yourself to tease him later on about it. "What happened?"

Steve opened his mouth to speak but before he could, Bucky and Sam bet him to it.

"His Majesty, was attempting to cook."

"And like it usually does, it ended in disaster." Bucky shook his head with a huff, "I told him to stay out of the kitchen."

Sam nodded, "But His Majesty knows best." Sam rolled his eyes.

You let out a small giggle as Steve continued to glare at them.

It was true, Steve wasn't the best cook. Any time he attempted cooking, something disastrous happened.

"Boys," You stood in front of Steve and placed a comforting hand on his chest as you faced Bucky and Sam. "Could the two of you fetch some more firewood, please?" You smiled sweetly.

The pair nodded before bowing to you and making their exit.

You cleared your throat before you turned back to face Steve. "So... What happened?"

Steve sighed as he gently placed his hands on your waist and tugged you against his chest. "I wanted to bring you breakfast." He frowned. "I don't know what happened. One minute I had everything set, and the next the pan of water boiled over and-"

"Put the fire out?" You asked already knowing the answer. Steve nodded with a pout. You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself cooing at him. How can a man be so soft and adorable, yet feared by so many? You gently cupped his cheeks with your hands and pressed your lips against his softly, letting out a moan as Steve gave your waist a squeeze. "Don't worry about it. It's an easy fix." You smiled at him before slipping out of his arms. "Let's get this cleaned up then we'll cook breakfast together."

Steve raised his eyebrow at you as you began moving things around. "Do you know how to cook?" Steve asked.

You giggled as you looked back at him over your shoulder. "Yes, Steve."

"You do?"

"Don't sound so surprised." You smirked.

"Sorry." Steve blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I just, don't understand how you know?"

"Well, I learnt, Steven." You teased making him roll his eyes.

"I get that smart-ass." He chuckled, coming up beside you. "When?"

"What did you think I did when I wasn't attending sowing circles?"

Steve smiled, "Who taught you?"

"The Castle's cooks." You smiled with a shrug. "Even Dum-Dum taught me how to cook his famous battle stew last year."

Steve's brows raised in surprise just as Sam and Bucky returned. "Dum-Dum gave you his secret recipe?"

"Her Highness cooks it even better than Dum-Dum." Bucky winked at you with a grin making you blush.

Sam nodded and rubbed his belly. "Oh man, what I'd give to have some of that stew."

Steve frowned as he looked at them then at you. "Why have I never tried it?" He pouted.

You turned away from him to hide your smirk before clearing your throat, "You're always busy with meetings when I cook it." You let out a soft sigh.

Steve frowned to himself as he thought back to your visits. He usually did have a few meetings that lasted hours and hours, plenty of time for you to cook Dum-Dum's stew and share it with his men. He can't remember how many times he's found you training with them, even in rain, as you tried to pass the time.

"No matter," You smiled at him. "I'll make it tonight for us all."

Steve chuckled, "Let's focus on breakfast first, love." He kissed your cheek. "Now, tell me what to do."

"Nothing!" Bucky and Sam groaned in unison making Steve glare at them.

You began to laugh, quickly disguising it as a cough and looking away as Steve turned his glare to you. He smiled to himself as he watched you busy yourself before he sent Sam and Bucky another glare.

"Piss off," He mouthed to them, waving his hand around.

Bucky smirked, shaking his head at him as he walked up to you, "What can I do to help, Your Highness?" He asked, sending Steve a wink once you began telling him what to do.

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You giggled as Steve kissed your bare shoulder, working his way up your neck until you were a giggling mess. "Stop it," You tapped his bicep, pushing slightly to get him off you.

Steve pulled back with a grin. "You're just too sweet," He teased before pressing his lips to yours. He rolled over on to his back, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest. Steve panted softly against the top of your head before kissing it. "You know... They won't be here all the time... I promise."

You smiled to yourself, snuggling further into his chest, wrapping your arms tighter around his body as you hiked your leg up over his. "Stop... I had fun today. Besides, I don't mind Bucky and Sam being around."

Steve sighed, "I know you don't... But I wanted it just to be us. I wanted us to have some time together... To get to know each other."

You carefully pushed yourself up so you were looking down at Steve, not care in the world as you let your naked body show as you looked down at your husband lovingly. "We already know each other, darling."

Steve shook his head, "But we're married now..." He smiled as he reached up brushed your hair back as he cupped your cheek. "Things are different."

"How? We're still the same people, Steve."

Steve smiled, "But now I can do this," He gently pulled your face down to his and pressed his lips against yours, easily slipping his tongue past your lips and deepening kiss momentarily before pulling back, "As much as I want." He grinned at you. "As well as other things," He teased.

You lowered your head, trying to hide your face as you blushed. "When you put it like that." You smiled to yourself. "Maybe Bucky and Sam shouldn't be around so much."

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Before you (4)

Title: Before you (4)

Summary: King Steven Grant Rogers once was a good king and a gentle alpha. Now he’s a cruel shadow of his former self. Can he find the light again?

Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader

Characters: Knight Sam Wilson, Peggy Carter (flashbacks), King Joseph Rogers

Warnings: angst, language, grumpy and loud Steve, hurt reader, Bucky is the best (soft Bucky is a warning, okay), sadness, mentions of loss of loved ones, flashbacks, undefined age gap, jealous Steve?

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<< Part 3

Flashback - around fifteen years ago, the castle, …

“I don’t care about my status,” Steven raises his voice. “I made a promise to myself and Y/N. She’s my chosen bride. I will not break my word.”

“Son, as a king you will have to break a lot of promises. We cannot choose a mate or queen out of love. Peggy of Carter will make a lovely bride.”

“Noooo!” the prince stomps his foot to the ground and angrily glares at his father. It’s the first time he refuses to listen to the king. “I have chosen my bride. There will be no other for me.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, you are the crown prince. Act like one,” the king’s voice booms through the castle. “You’re still a boy, not a man. In a few years, you’ll see things differently.”

“No. I won’t,” the prince crosses his arms over his chest. He shakes his head. “Next time I see Y/N I’ll give her a promise ring.”

“Well then, you will not see her again,” the king says.

Steven’s heart sinks. It feels like something just grabbed his heart and ripped it out of his chest.

Love can be cruel.

A king can be even crueler. Even though, he knows how his son feels.

“You will forget about her soon enough.”

Around five years ago, the castle, shortly before your father’s and brother’s death, …

“Prince Steve, look at you,” Peggy coos as she steps inside the throne room to greet the king and Steve. “You have grown so much.”

“I can say the same about you,” Steve tries to be polite, but today, it’s even harder to put on a brave face.

Once again, his father refused to let the prince visit his one true love. The wild girl that ran with horses and climbed on trees.

He can barely remember her face. It’s been almost ten years since he last saw her. All he remembers is her laughter, and how her lips felt against his trembling ones.

“Your highness, I’m honored to come here for the feast.”

“The pleasure is all ours,” the king softly says but he gives his son a stern look. “My son’s chosen bride must see the castle before the marriage. Right, son?”

“Chosen bride,” Steven splutters. “Father, a word?”

“No, you can’t do this!”

“I already arranged everything, son. Peggy of Carter will become your wife. You were friends with her before you even met that girl,” the king raises his voice. “My decision is final.”

“How can you do this to me?”

“A king must make decisions not everyone will like, Steven. One day, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Now go out there and dance with your queen…”

Steve reluctantly agreed to dance with Peggy after his father threatened to let the girl he loves lock away. “A nice evening. It’s so good to be back.”

“I thought you wanted to marry King Stark,” Steve tries to be nice, but his heart is shattered. All he can think of is the girl he’ll never see again. “Or so I heard.”

“None of the rumors were true,” Peggy coos. “You’ll make such a good king, and devoted husband.” She smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll make you a father soon, and we can-“

Steve stops dancing and drops his hands. He shakes his head. “I can’t pretend that this is what I want. I can’t marry you, Peggy. I’m sorry…”

“Why?” she gasps. “Your Highness. Please tell me why?”

“My heart belongs to someone else…”

Steve runs off, to leave the castle and get to you.

He doesn’t see Peggy’s features darken or that she digs her nails into the palms of her hands, drawing blood as she stands in the ballroom, all eyes on her…

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Now, outside the castle, graveyard, …

“What can I do, my beloved wife,” Steve stands in front of Peggy’s gravestone once again. “She’s the one I told you about. I wanted to marry her, and now…”

“Steve, the doctor said you shall come to your chamber,” Bucky huffs as his brother places a single flower on his wife’s grave. “I know you loved her, but there is a girl you loved too in your bed. She needs you.”

“I have a wife and child to mourn.”

“You sure about the child?” whipping his head toward Bucky, the king snarls. “Just saying, rumors inherit truth sometimes. Peggy came around…a lot.”

“I know you never liked my queen,” Steve is in his brother’s face. He pants heavily, and balls his hands into fists, “but you won’t disrespect her likes this.”

“She was away for a month to visit King Howard and his queen, and a week later she’s pregnant after years of trying?” Bucky grunts. “I know you believe she was pure, but Peggy was far from being a good wife…”

“That girl is a maid. If she’s awake, send her away,” Steve presses his wedding band to his lips.

He can’t give in.

A king must be strong. A king must follow the law. A king must not fall in love with someone he cannot have…

“Easy there, mouse,” Bucky helps you sit up. Your head still hurts, and you can only keep your eyes open for a few moments, but you are awake. At last.

“I-I should go,” you grab Bucky’s hand. “Where’s my bundle? I need to…go.”

You whimper when you catch another alpha’s scent.

“Steve, be nice,” his brother warns as the king enters his chamber. “I’ll bring her to my chambers if I must.”

“Do as you please.”

Steve looks tired and sad. Even sadder than after his wife’s death.

“I’m tired and need sleep. Get her away from me.”

“Your highness,” you weakly say. “I’ll get my clothes and bundle, and I’ll be gone. I won’t return.”

“Where do you want to go?” Bucky sadly asks.

“I will try to find someone I knew before my family died,” you clutch your hands together. “Maybe it’s stupid, but he promised to marry me. He was just a boy, and I don’t think he’ll remember me but—”

“You want to find that boy?” The king chuckles humorlessly.

“Yes.”

“Why? To bother him too,” you flinch at Steve’s harsh tone. “Do you honestly believe he remembers a dirty little maid?”

“I wasn’t always a maid.” You sniffle.

“Steve, stop right there,” Bucky hands you your bundle to calm you. “Everything is still there. I made sure of it, Y/N.”

“T-hank you. I will go now.”

“Your highness,” stumbling into the king’s chamber without knocking, Lord Samuel gasps. He didn’t know about you in his king’s room. “I’m sorry for intruding, but I found this in Lady Sharon’s hands. I knew you were looking for it.”

Sam lowers his head as he offers a book to his king.

“Her diary,” Steve whispers lowly. He was looking for his wife’s diary since she died. One day, it was just gone.

“What did Lady Sharon say?”

“Lady Sharon said that her cousin forgot the diary in her chambers. After her death, it was dear to her. She didn’t want to give it away.”

“Hmm…,” running one hand over his thick beard Steve glances at the diary in his hand. “Do you believe her?”

“No, my king. She was very nervous and tried to hide the diary. Lady Sharon refused to hand it to me at first. I had to threaten to tell you about her behavior to get it.”

“I see.”

You frown. Why would anyone steal the queen’s diary?

Well, that’s none of your concern. All you want is to get out of the castle and find some peace and quiet.

Far away from the king…

Around five years ago, weeks after your father and brother died, the castle, …

“Son, we need to talk,” the king is unusually quiet as he places his hand on his son’s shoulder. “I know we thought differently about the girl you liked so much but—”

“Father? What’s wrong?”

Steve gasps as a single tear runs down his father’s cheek. The prince doesn’t know his father respected your father, even would’ve called him a friend.

“There was a fire, Steven. You know, at the stables,” a cold shiver runs down Steve’s spine as his father squeezes his shoulder. “You got to be strong now, son. I sent my knights to get to know more about the incident. It looks like the girl and her family tried to save the horses and all died…”

“No,” Steve falls to his knees. He hugs himself, crying bitterly as his father crouches down in front of him. “This can’t be, father.”

“It’s what my knights told me, son,” the king sighs deeply. “You can cry for now. But when you leave the room, you got to show strength and grace.”

“Where is she buried? Can I visit her grave?” Steve chokes on his tears.

“I heard that there was nothing left to bury and that no one was there to bury them,” the king sniffs. “I’m sorry, son. If only I let you see her one last time…”

The king gets up. He places his hand on Steve’s shoulder, squeezing it.

The king doesn’t know the knights lied, and that your mother and you survived.

He doesn’t know someone hired his knights to get rid of you and your family…

Now, …

“Where is the king?!”

“He returned to his chamber and gave orders not to be disturbed,” Sam says. “He looked a little tense after he talked to Sharon about the diary.”

“Fuck, little mouse,” Bucky hurriedly runs toward the king’s chambers. He told you to wait for him at the chamber, and now, you are all alone with the king once again.

Ten minutes earlier, the king’s chamber, …

“Why are you still here?”

You whimper as the king, not Bucky enters the chamber. You stand next to the door as the king slams it shut. He locks the door before you can slip out.

“I asked you a question,” he looks down at you with angry eyes. “Mouse, answer me.”

“Bucky said I shall wait here for him,” you shyly reply. “I didn’t want to leave without his allowance. He gave me an order, your highness.”

“Oh, he’s your king now, huh?”

“He’s…”

“Answer your king,” he lifts your chin with his index finger. “You should know, you only got one king, and that’s me.”

“I know, your highness.”

You’re full-bloom panicking as the king snatches the bundle with your few belongings out of your hands. He eyes it warily before throwing it onto his bed.

“I don’t think you know, omega,” a shudder runs through your whole being hearing your presentation leave his lips. “But you’ll know soon enough.”

“You’re the only king I serve.”

You drop your eyes to the ground. “I’m your only king. Your only master,” he mumbles as he leans closer to sniff at your neck. “Do you remain untouched or did anyone dare to put their hands on what’s mine, omega?”

“I-“ you shake your head.

“Steve? Steven?” Bucky hammers against the door. “You need to let her go. It was my fault. I told her to wait for me at your chamber. Please…Steve don’t hurt her.”

“I think he needs to learn how to talk to his king too,” Steve growls. His eyes begin to glow as he cups the back of your neck.

You whimper as he leans closer again. He’s so much taller and scarier up close. His stormy blue eyes look you deep in the eyes as he does something you never expected.

He calls you by your name. “Y/N, I need you to go to the balcony and leave me alone before I lose control.”

“Your highness?” you’re scared and confused but follow his orders the moment he releases you. “Yes, your highness.”

“My king,” he corrects. “You’ll address me with my king from now on.”

He watches you snatch the bundle from his bed before you rush toward the balcony. You take deep breaths to calm your nerves as Steve unlocks the door to leave his room.

“Steve? What did you do? Where is she?” Bucky panics as he cannot see you.

“I need to see it for myself,” Steve dips his head to look at his wedding band. “You’ll tell the doctor to check on Y/N, and, she needs new clothes.”

“What do you need to see? Steve?” Bucky frowns when his brother just stares at the wedding band. “Brother?”

“I need to see what’s left of her home and if she’s the one I left behind. I need to talk to the villagers and find the truth behind all of these lies.”

“Steve, you cannot go to the village. Everyone will recognize you and not tell you the truth.”

“Well then, we will hide our identity and find out if my father lied and what really happened that night…”

>> Part 5

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superdecibels · 2 years

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Idk why but I got so transfixed with the concept of Steve and Tony being kings and just playing chess and had to draw this out. It's based on the masterful @areiton 's fic called "the small crown"– which ya'll should check out!

Anyway, this took me too long coz I kept getting intimidated by the concept of drawing chess pieces lmao

#fanart #fandom #stony #my art #stevetony #capiron #superhusbands #kings au #king tony stark #king steve rogers #fanfic fanart #spdb art #areiton #royalty au

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Can I request MCU characters if you walked in on them msterbting?

Sure thing Anon! I love writing these!

Pairing: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Carol Danvers, King Valkyrie, Tony Stark, Shang-Chi, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, masturbation, teasing, blushing, getting caught, being flustered, mutual masturbation, humping

A/N: Wanna try this format for the MCU writing, tell me if you like it.

KEEPS GOING - Natasha, Thor

Oh please feel free to take a seat and watch the show. There's no embarrassment in this at all, they missed you so much, they were so excited to get home to you from a mission and then you weren't even waiting for them. They couldn't wait either so they helped themselves with their hands, imagination and toys. Your favorite toys too.

STOPS DUE TO EMBARESSMENT - Sam, Shang-Chi, Peter

Your bed is already stained with his cum when he sees you at the door, watching him pumping his cock in his fist. Did you hear him moan your name just now? Oh shit. He... doesn't do this often, he normally has you but tonight he couldn't help himself, he needed release and needed it fast. Wait... you... oh. Your mouth? Yes, please.

WANTS IT MUTUAL - Steve, Clint, Carol, Kate

There's nothing hotter then watching you get off while you watch them get off to you. They want your legs spread, your pussy and clit on full display, your nipples hard for them while they encourage you with their words and their own pleasure. Is that all you've got? No, they know you can do better, they've seen it, they've made you do better. Try to keep up yeah?

NEEDS TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU - Bucky, Loki, Tony

Might have taken things into his own hands at first and was humping your pillow like a feral animal in heat but now that you're here he has something much better to sink his cock into. What's wrong? Don't try telling him you don't want it now, you can't keep your eyes off his dick. As you can tell he needs you bad, are you really gonna deny him this now when you're so wet too? He didn't think so either.

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st4rking · 8 months

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pov: you're in the avengers mansion and these two freaks are in the public kitchen

#poor carol #it isnt the worse thing she's seen #and at least they have clothes on this time #my art #diddly doo #the king draws #stevetony #steve rogers x tony stark #stony #stony 616 #marvel #marvel 616 #marvel comics #marvel fanart #steve rogers #tony stark #carol danvers

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 12 days

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the ravenous rupture

fused with the foe, chapter five

a/n: and that's it for fused with the foe! but don't you worry, our wonderful king and queen will return in both of the next instalments of the series ♡ (the release date for the next one is already up on the masterlist)

summary: “I don’t want you to think we have to have a conventional marriage, gods know we haven’t so far,” he added with a tilt of his head, “so, I just wanted to convey to you that if you ever want to be with someone else, at any degree, then you have my full support to do so.”

warnings: king!steve rogers x reader, smut, fantasy AU (monsters, but not much magic), original fantasy world, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, innocent!reader, love confession, crying, kissing, loss of virginity, semi-public sex, manhandling, size kink, belly bulge, dirty talk, oral, fingering, handjob, pussyjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, aftercare

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Raising yourself up onto your tip toes, your fingertip still didn’t even manage to graze the spine of the tome you were trying to reach, only the tall shelf it stood on.

But just then, before you could turn to get a chair to balance on, an inked hand came into view and grasped the book for you.

“The Biology of Soil: A Farmer’s Comprehensive Study of Dirt,” Barnes dryly read the title out loud, “sounds absolutely riveting.”

“Don’t mock,” you snatched the leatherbound tome out of the knight’s hand, “it is interesting!”

“Of course, it is, your majesty,” he bit down a chuckle, ��my apologies.”

A soft laugh couldn’t help but bubble out of you as you exited the library, “you know, you remind me a lot of my brothers.”

Walking at your side, he shot you a squint, “is that a compliment?”

“Well, I meant it as so, but I guess it could also be interpreted as an insult, all depending on which brother.”

Sinking further back into the plush armchair, your eyes danced from star to star as they glinted back at you through the big library window.

The full moon was so bright that you hadn’t needed to light a candle in order to make out the sentences in the open book that rested in your lap.

But suddenly, the creak of the heavy double doors to the chamber found your ears and when you twisted your head to discover who it was, your frame immediately sprung up from your comfortable seat. The forgotten tome tumbled to the floor with a dull thump as the embroidered dressing gown you wore over your ivory chemise fluttered around your legs as you swiftly stood.

“Your majesty–, Steve, I mean, Steve,” you clumsily corrected yourself, “hi, hello.”

“Evening,” he simply smiled, slowing his stride as he watched you bend down to pick the hardback off the floor.

Hugging the book to your chest, you blew out a breath, “what–, uh…” you eyed the loose linen shirt he had sloppily tugged into his trousers, “what are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he shrugged, “thought a boring novel might do the trick,” letting his fingertips kiss the ends of each bookcase as he neared you by the window, “what about you?”

“Yeah, I can’t sleep either,” a soft sigh flowed from your lips, “my mind just doesn’t seem to wanna settle down these days…”

A gentle furrow appeared to Steve’s brow, “what’s troubling you?”

“Ah, it’s nothing,” you placed the book down on the round side table by the armchair.

“If it’s keeping you up then it’s not nothing,” gripping the tall back of the chair, he rested against it as he gazed at your visage in the moonlight, “come on, you can talk to me.”

The knot in your chest tightened, “no, I can’t,” and you averted your gaze to the stone floor, “I really can’t…”

“Why?”

“Because–…” clenching your jaw in an effort to keep tears at bay, you briefly shot him a glare as you snapped, “because I just can’t, alright?” squeezing your eyes shut, you quietly muttered just beneath your breath, “gods… how long will I have to wait…”

Having apparently had better hearing than you’d thought, Steve then queried, “wait for what?”

Fluttering your eyes back open, you met his gaze and uttered sombrely, “…for it to pass…” feeling your heart thump painfully in your chest just from the mere sight of him.

A low sigh slowly seeped out of his lungs before his unwavering gaze averted to the upholstery of the chair, “…I hope you know that I’ve grown to care for you a great deal. You’re a very dear friend,” he uttered with the utmost sincerity, “and as a dear friend, I wish for you nothing but the purest of happiness. I want you to experience all of the great and wonderful things that life has to offer,” his ocean eyes then drifted back up to catch yours, “don’t let our union hold you back for any of that.”

Sucking in a breath, you asked, “what do you mean?”

“I don’t want you to think we have to have a conventional marriage, gods know we haven’t so far,” he added with a tilt of his head, “so, I just wanted to convey to you that if you ever want to be with someone else, at any degree, then you have my full support to do so.”

Averting your gaze, “…is that what you want?” you dug your nails into your opposite palm, “for us both to openly be with other people?”

“I don’t want you to be lonely and depressed,” fragments of desperation resonated in his tone, “you’ve already experienced more than one lifetime of hardships and I really don’t want this to be another one. So, when you fall in love, please don’t hesitate. You of all people deserve to experience that.”

“…I–…” a shaky breath escaped you, “I can’t–…”

“…you can’t?” he echoed in nearly a whisper.

“I can’t because–…” lifting your gaze, the library around you grew more blurry by the second, “because I can’t stop thinking about you,” you revealed, “from the moment that I wake to even the dreams that possess me at night. I can not shake you from my thoughts no matter how hard I try,” as you blinked, a tear escaped and rolled down your cheek, “Steve, I wish for you to experience those very joys you speak of just as fiercely. I just want you to be happy even if I’m not the source.”

Looking as if he was scarcely breathing at all, his gaze stayed fixed upon you as he uttered, “dove, why do you think I wish that for you?” your eyes grew wide at his confession, “I don’t wanna be with someone else when you are the one I want by my side,” his fingers faltered from the grip they had on the back of the armchair as his slow steps began to carry him closer to where you stood, “not just as my queen, but as my friend, as my conscience, as my judgement, as my heart,” his eyes glistened as he then declared, “I am yours, Y/n. I didn’t plan for it, I don’t even know when it happened or how, but I do know that it’s true.”

Closing the short distance that remained, you walked up and pulled him down as you began to rise up to your tip toes. As you crashed your lips against his, it didn’t take long before you felt his broad hands glide over your waist.

Breaking the kiss, you retracted just enough to catch the beguiling look in his eye. The corners of his lips drew up dreamily just as yours did right before you dove back in.

As your fingers weaved in his beard, so did his tongue as it danced against your own, making you lightheaded as your feet began to shuffle back, though you didn’t realise that you’d even been moving till your spine crashed against a sturdy bookcase.

Parting momentarily at the impact, a soft giggle swiftly followed your initial squeak the collision conjured. As his gentle chuckle echoed your own, Steve’s palm caressed down your features before he captured your lips once more.

When the fire inside of you crackled and burned too hot for you to ignore, you pulled back, a glossy string of saliva still kept you connected a moment before you gasped, “Steve, I–… I–…”

Resting his palms over yours as they clutched the top of his tunic, he tilted his chin back further, “what?” creating enough of a distance between you to truly check in.

But how you were going to ask of him what you desired remained a mystery, no matter how hard you scrambled your fuzzy mind. So instead, you wrapped your fingers around one of his wrists and slowly guided it lower.

“Dove…” he sucked in a breath as his gaze shadowed the journey you were taking his touch on, “do you wanna–…” finding your eye, he asked you softly, “you sure you know what it is you’re asking for?”

“Yes,” swiftly flowed out of you as you nodded dizzily, “I–… I know. I read the books, I read all of them, I know how it all works,” your rushed words conjured a lovely little chuckle from the royal, “I just–… please?” your hot breathed fanned across his features as he leaned back in close, “I–… I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you…” with your fingers still enveloped around his wrist, his touch slowly began to take over and to move on its own, “fantasising about what you might be like…” unhurriedly ghosting up and down the curve of your waist, “about what your touch must feel like…” each time creeping closer and closer to where you wished for him to caress, “how it differs compared to my own…” till his teasing touch ended each fluttering swoop with feather-light grazes at both the swell of your tits, as well as the lower part of your abdomen, just before he actually reached anything real, through still leaving you utterly dazed.

Leaning a forearm against the shelf behind you, he smirked, “…you think about me?”

“Every night,” you dug your fingers in the fabric of your chemise and pleadingly began to hike it up, “sometimes the sun doesn’t even manage to set before I need a moment alone… all because of you.”

As he then captured your lips in a fierce kiss, his wandering hand dipped under your thin shift before you’d even raised the hem completely. When his touch found your buzzing pearl, a whimper slipped from your lungs and vibrated against his tongue as your grip on the fabric faltered and it dropped to hang around his wrist like a curtain.

“Is this how you dreamed about me touching you?” he gazed down at you, smiling at the way you struggled to keep your eyes open.

Mind melting to ooze, you bubbled, “yes–, but also–, oh!” your brows knit together as he switched to circle your clit harder, “a-also–”

“Also how?” you could hear your want reverberate off the palace walls as he touched you, “did you dream about me kissing you down here?” holding your gaze, Steve then sank to his knees before you.

Your breaths came in ragged as you blinked down at him, “y-yes,” watching intently as he dipped his head under your gathered-up skirts. The sloppy pecks he then lavishly began to plant over your glistening petals felt like nothing you’d ever imagined, “oh, that’s–,” you let out a broken moan, “don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Throwing your head back against the bookcase, Steve’s grip buried in your crumbled clothes as his soft tongue dragged through your desperation.

Letting go of your chemise with one hand, it drifted down your hip. Enclosing his lips around your throbbing clit, he sucked down hard as his fingers joined to sweep through your mess, only parting from you for a breath, “gods, you taste so fucking good,” before he eased one digit inside your clenching cunt.

You barely noticed that it was falling before the robe you wore slipped off your frame and tumbled to a puddle on the floor, leaving you with only the thin shift and the king’s hot kisses for warmth in the cold night.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” you whimpered, reaching down to thread your fingers in his honied hair as a second finger sneaked in beside the other, fucking you gently with them.

You nearly wiggled out of his grasp when his luscious laps unravelled you completely, but somehow the monarch managed to follow your every squirm till he softened his efforts and replaced them with a few soft pecks over your sensitive clit that made your whole form twitch.

Fluttering your eyes open, you met his gaze as he raised the back of his hand to wipe some of your juices from his beard.

Breathlessly, you uttered, “get up,” and as he did, you didn’t waste any time before your eyes drifted from his tender stare, “take your shirt off.”

With one hand, he reached back and tugged the tunic off of his head, swiftly letting it drop to the floor and join the fabric puddle already at your feet.

For a moment, he didn’t give in on his urge to close the short distance between you, simply stood there and let your stare study him, learn the galaxy of his flesh, every little mark and scar that told the story of his past.

With your eyes still glued to the burliness of his fuzzy chest, you uttered, “tell me again,” before lifting your gaze up to meet his, “tell me again so that I know this is real.”

Reaching out to grasp your right hand, he said, “it’s real,” stepping closer as he placed your ceremonially scarred palm over his heart, “I’m real, this is real,” his fingers on his own marked hand, which clasped over yours, gently brushed over your knuckles as he spoke, “I am yours,” he shifted again and closed the small gap between you, “I will always be yours till my dying breath.”

Sucking in a shaky breath, you watched as the moonlight glinted in the blue of his eyes, making them look like the sea on a stormy night.

“I think my heart has belonged to you ever since the dragon attack,” you professed, “though it took me a while longer before I realised what it was, why you made me feel the way that you do,” you parted your fingers against his chest, “Steve,” and let his weave in with your own, “I love you.”

Using his hold as an advantage, Steve yanked you to him till your lips crashed against his. Letting your free hand wander across his warm skin, it swiftly came down to cup the palpable tent in his trousers.

“Fuck…” he groaned lowly as you offered him a light pet.

As you shifted to fiddle after the buttons on the side of his breeches, even the aid of your other hand didn’t yield any success in undoing more than one of them. Swiftly coming to your rescue, you swore it only took him three seconds before they hung loose enough around his hips for his cock to spring free.

You felt like you couldn’t breathe as you glanced down at length which stood so proud it poked you in the stomach. If only you had the proper context to truly know how intimidated you should have been at the discovery of his fat girth.

Hesitantly inching your fingers closer as you stared, you asked, “can I–…?”

“Mhm,” he hummed as he slowly brought your hand the rest of the way down, engulfing his own grasp around yours and gently showing you how to touch him.

As a sinful curse flowed from Steve’s lips, his free hand drifted up to weave itself into your hair.

“Will it hurt?” you watched how your fingers failed to meet on the other side of his girth.

“I don’t know, I hope not,” his forehead rested against your own, “but if it does, then we just stop and figure something else out, okay?”

“Okay…” you hazily nodded.

Feeling his fingers flex around your own, you saw precum glint at the bulbous tip.

“It’s all for you, dove,” you felt him throb at your touch, “all because of you,” a desperate growl then seeped out of his lungs as he seized your lips in a fervent kiss, and the next thing you knew, the whole world fell out from under you as he scooped you up into his arms. When a shrill yelp escaped you, Steve simply readjusted his grip on you and said, “don’t worry, I’ve got you,” nipping gently at your neck, “I won’t let you fall.”

With your fingers still grasping his girth, the new position now had your pussy pressed dangerously close to it, so close that you couldn’t help but sweep the head of his cock through your soppy folds and drench him. Tapping your clit a few times, the instinctual drive of his hips triggered you to simply cup his length near and let him part your pretty petals and lather himself in your needy nectar. Each desperate thrust ended in an electric nudge at your pearl, rendering you to whimper shakily into the night.

But then suddenly, in the fog of it all, the very tip of him caught your entrance and slipped inside, purely because of just how wet and ready you were.

“O-oh, fuck!” everything froze as you reeled at the staggering sensation, breathlessly digging your nails into his broad shoulders and leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake.

“Sorry,” he hastily panted, “you okay?”

“Uh–… uh-huh,” you nodded fuzzily, shutting your eyes a moment as you caught your breath.

But then as your gaze fluttered open once more, you caught his stare and offered him a short, affirming nod, holding his eye as he slowly began to move.

Your mouth hung agape as he shallowly fucked you, barely even giving you anything but still turning you into goo in his grasp.

“Y-you’re so beautiful,” you whispered as you fluttered around him.

Gliding you’re your palm up to his cheek, moans tumbled out of you both as he gently began to offer you more. Your legs couldn’t help but twitch in his grasp as he practically split you in half with the way he eased you down on his fat cock.

“You’re doing so well,” his face crumbled up in a silent moan as you felt every detail of him slowly stretch you out, “gods, you’re so wet…”

And the next thing you knew, it wasn’t so slow and steady any longer, as the bookcase your spine was pressed against rattled at his efforts.

You thought before that just the bulbous head of him was overwhelming, but to have that tip kiss desperately against the deepest part of you was something else entirely. You couldn’t speak, you couldn't think, you could barely even breathe, just go slack in his firm hold and feel him, not just right there, but fucking everywhere, that’s how stuffed you were.

Steve’s strength wasn’t that novel to you these days, but to have him lift you up and sink you down on his cock, like you were just a leaf on the wind, still managed to amaze you.

“F-fuck,” you blubbered as you tumbled over the edge once more, “oh, fuck!” accidentally knocking a few books down as one of your arms flailed for purchase.

You barely registered the loud thud the crashing books emanated as your frame melted down into his hold. Your face buried itself in the crook of his neck as he breathlessly came to a halt, still embedded deep inside of your clenching cunt.

The sound of his breaths directly in your ear helped to soothe your tingling senses as he rested his cheek against the crown of your head.

Shifting his feet, Steve carried you the short distance over to the comfortable armchair you’d inhabited earlier. Carefully sitting down in it and keeping you in his lap, his arms silkily slid up your back and hugged you close.

After persuading you to curl out of your hiding spot by planting soft pecks all over your face, you blinked down at him, bathed in the moonlight that gushed in from the tall window beside where you sat.

Gliding a hand around to your front, Steve gently tugged on the thin string at your neckline, undoing the bow, before he pulled the shoulders down your arms till you slid out of the sleeves and the top of the undergarment crumbled to gather at your waist with the rest of the fabric.

As he pressed his lips to the peak of your tits, one of his palms accompanied the kisses. A soft whine flowed out of you as your hand slid down to where your bodies were still joined and played with your puffy pearl.

Casting a glance down, he groaned, “yeah, rub that little clit for me,” and your hips intuitively began to rock gently.

As you touched yourself, something else caught your attention as you slowly began to ride him. At the lower part of your stomach, you felt the dull bulge of his staggering size poke your palm steadily to the rhythm of your gentle efforts.

Letting your pebbly nipple escape from his lips with a pop, his gravelly timbre washed over you as you slowly rocked, “that’s it, fuck–,” his grip slid down to be firm on your ass, “that’s my girl.”

Abruptly, as if snapping out of a trance, you notice just how loud you both were being.

“Wait,” you shushed him though didn’t halt your hips motions, “we’re in the library, someone could hear us!”

“Then fucking let them hear us,” his fingers dug into your ass as he desperately took over and bounced you in his lap, manhandling you as he slammed you down on his cock hard enough for you to lose your breath, “no one would dare bother us, trust me.”

And before you knew it, your cunt clamped down one last time around his cock, hard enough to halt his efforts and milk him of all of his worth.

Weakly letting his dick slip out, your skin was practically glued to his as you plastered yourselves to each other and you sensed his hot load slowly leaked out of your sensitive hole.

As you listened to his heartbeat slowly return to normal and your heavy lids fought to stay open, a thought entered your mind.

“Hey, Steve?”

Shifting his arms around you, his soft hum washed over you, “hm?”

Keeping your voice low, you shared, “I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight…” but to your surprise, a gentle chuckle then rumbled in his chest, “what?” you lifted your head and blinked up at him, “why are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just–,” he smiled, gazing down at you as if Zondür himself had divinely created you especially for him, “you really think I’d let you skip off to your room alone after all of that, like it never even happened?”

Huffing out a short giggle, you lowered your glance, “well, when you put it like that…”

“Yes,” he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, “if you want me to sleep beside you, I will,” rising from his comfortable seat, he readjusted his grip on you, twisting you to him as he hooked an arm behind your knees and at your back. As he carried you close, he began to lumber out of the library and down the hallway, concurring the short distance to where your chambers lied, “my queen, I would love nothing more for the rest of my days than to fall asleep with your head on my chest and wake up to your softness arching against me…”

Flexing your fingers around his neck, you raised yourself up enough to capture his lips in a tender kiss one last time just as he kicked your bedroom door shut behind you both.

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incorrectquotesmcu · 7 months

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Steve: You’re either with us or against us.

Tony: I’m against you.

Steve: That’s not an option.

Tony: You just gave it to me as an option!

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vivelarevolution13 · 7 days

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This one you protect from what wants to happen.

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The Maid - Part 3

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing. Reader is a maid.

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You return to the maid's quarters, shaking in disbelief at your interaction with the king.

I just lied to his face. I'm such an idiot. Will he change his mind and punish me? Why was he so nice to me if he sends his guards to beat me almost daily? Why did he look concerned when he saw my injuries? Is this some cruel manipulative twisted joke so he can trap me into trusting him, just so he can rip my trust for him into pieces? To finally break me like the guards say they will?

Your mind is racing; confused, angry, hurt. You say nothing to the other maids when you return to your cot. If they are to know you spoke to the king, rumours will spread.

You decide you can't risk it, you have to request a change of duties.

You rush to the man in charge of separating the help's duties amongst the castle.

You bow your head and curtsy when you approach him "Good evening, sir. I am here to place a request, if possible." you say quietly, staring at the floor.

He says nothing so you decide to continue "I would like to change duties. I believe the king is no longer fond of my work, nor my presence and think a change would be best to appease his anger."

"Very well. I doubt he will notice the change anyway. You are quiet and forgettable. You will be placed on the rotation team. You will work multiple different duties at my discretion. You may leave now." he says to you coldly.

You thank him quckly and return to your chambers.

He's right. He won't even notice I'm gone. This is for the best, I must avoid him at all costs to stay alive. Stay quiet, do as they say and stay small. It's the only way I'll survive.

Over the next two weeks you successfully avoid all contact with the king. You're continuously rotating duties from maid, to kitchen staff, to laundry and you're body is aching from the physical exertion. The abuse from the guards subdued but did not stop from the Snake. He would search for you exclusively and insist it was at kings personal request. He did everything he could to try to break you, but you repeated the same words "Never". Sometimes you would fight back and other times you would simply take it so it could be over with faster, but one thing you made sure of is that he never touched you. You would go feral at the mention of it.

Yesterday, the Snake went too far and tried holding you down to 'teach you a lesson', you screamed and swung your hands as you scratched his face from his eyebrow to his lip so deeply he was bleeding profusely all over his bedroom floor. You took your upper hand to your advantage and threatened him " I can take your abuse, you will not break me and I will die before I let you touch me. Next time, I will scratch your eyes out." you hissed at him. He screamed for the other guards as he swung at you but you side stepped and tried running out but was caught by the other guards.

"Now, you will see what the king truly thinks of you once he discovers what you've done, witch. He will not be as merciful as I was. Bring her to the dungeons." he spits at you as you're dragged away.

You're thrown to the damp stone floor covered in hay, scratching your palms and knees as you roll on the floor.

"This is where you belong, witch." One of them says as the door locks behind you.

You hear their laughter fade as they walk away. The cell is disgustingly dirty, there is only a small space with bars that acts as a window. Besides the moonlight, you're left in complete darkness, the only sound to occupy your mind is the squeaks of the mice running around. You bring your knees to your chest and begin crying "What have I done? Why didn't I just let him do what he wanted? I wouldn't be here... At least I would have a chance at life... now I'm as good as dead" you cry to yourself.

The next day you're woken abruptly and dragged outside. Your hand are tied to a post and they rip open the back of your shirt.

Your heart races as you realize what is happening. You hear the Snake laugh and then the searing pain of the whip across your back.

You scream out in pain and dig your nails into the post to ground yourself.

"So the whore can scream afterall. Let's see how loud she can be. You've been holding out on me." the Snake mocks you.

This continued 10 times. For everyday the nurse said he would need to heal from the wound you created in his eye.

They drag you away and throw you back onto the dungeon floor. Bleeding profusely from your back, unable to move from the pain, you curly yourself into a ball and beg for death to take you.

You awake to a nurse tending to your back. You both stay quiet as she puts the familiar balm to your back and wraps your wounds to prevent infection.

Two days pass, no guards have come to bring you food or water. You're famished and parched. Your back is in continuous searing pain, your breathing has become more shallow every day. You're in such pain, you try to force yourself to sleep to avoid the pain. Eventually, you pass out. You're awakened by the sound of a crow squawking and the sun shining on you.

You look up and see the bird standing at the makeshift window, in between the bars. It crows a few times before turning around and flying away.

Even the birds don't want to be near me.

You hear heavy footsteps approach your cell when the Snake opens the door "Learned you lesson yet, witch? Get up, you reek. Bathe and get ready for work tomorrow. Maybe this will make you think twice before fighting me." he sneers at you.

You struggle to get up so he grabs you by the arm and yanks you to your feet making you shriek in pain from the deep cuts in your back.

"Shut up, harlot. Get out of my face." he spits at you.

You slowly walk out of the dungeons and back to the maids quarters. You're so weak, you collapse on your cot and pass out when you arrive.

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You awoke before dawn, bathing to ease the pain. The nurse helps apply the balm to your back and wrap the wounds once more. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your left eye is severely bruised, you look exhausted and in pain.

Today you're placed on kitchen duty. You're slowly walking to the kitchen, when you see a crow fly overhead and land nearby on a statue.

A crow, again? ... Is it staring at me?

You shake your head in dismissal and you near the kitchen. You were to prep everything for the breakfast run before the cooks arrived.

You were deep in thought and humming to yourself while cutting vegetables and boiling some water to make yourself a coffee that you didn't notice somebody walk in behind you.

"Where have you been?" a familiar voice cuts through the silence. You yelp in surprise and cut your finger with the knife. You hiss in pain and rush to place a towel over it to stop the bleeding.

"Sorry darling, l keep frightening you." He approaches you but you back up in fear, your back hitting the kitchen counter. You groan out loud at the pain from your back hitting the counter. He stops and looks at you with hurt and confusion.

You keep your down "It's okay your highness. I'm fine." you say quietly.

He sighs "I've been looking for you."

Your eyes widen at that statement. Oh my god, he's going to kill me, just like the Snake said he would.

"Why were you replaced as my maid? I made no such request. I was very content with your work. Are you avoiding your king?" he presses on.

"Your highness, please. I will do as he says. I will not fight him next time. I beg you to please forgive me and spare my life. I was stupid, it was done in fear. I will never do it again!" you beg, your eyes brimming with tears. You're shaking, straining to breathe properly with the pain coursing through your entire body.

"What none sense do you speak of? Where were you?." he asks again, more urgently. It sounded more like a command than a question.

You bite your lip hard, making it bleed.

"My king...I don't... you ordered the guards..." you're unable to form a sentence through the fear shaking through you.

His eyes narrow and he inspects you and tries to make sense of the words you're hiccuping out.

"Who did I order to do what?" he asks you, his voice rising with anger.

I can't tell him. This is a trick. It was his orders. He knows, he wants to see if I will question his orders.

You take in a deep breath and steady yourself, stopping the tears from falling down your face.

If I avoid his question about the guards, I won't be lying to him.

"I requested a change of duties, your highness." you blurt out.

He looks taken aback "Why? Did I make you uncomfortable? Do you fear me?"

You're confused by his line of questions "No, your highness... I -"

"You're lying. I will give you one last chance." he says sternly.

You swallow thickly, your anger and frustration from the past months of mistreatment bubbles up inside. A sudden burst of confidence, you look up at stare at him. You notice his shock when he sees the damage to your face.

"No, your highness you did not make me uncomfortable. I have received your messages daily from the guards, and the whipping you ordered I received. I have heard the rumours and they ring true. You cannot blame me for fearing you."

"Whipping? Rumours? What -" Loki begins but is interrupted by the cooks entering the kitchen to start the day. His eyes fall to the bandages he can see at the bottom of your shirt, wrapping up and around your back. You see his eyes darken and his fists clench at his sides.

They freeze when they see the king speaking to you.

"Sorry your highness, we will -" one of the cooks begins.

"No. I will be taking my leave. There is something I must tend to."

He quickly exits the kitchen and the cooks stare at you in confusion. You dismiss their looks and return to your duties.

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Part 4

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A Princess. A Queen. A Wife. A Mother. Part 29/?

<Part 28< >Series Masterlist>

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, SMUT, oral (m-receiving)

Something shifted behind you slowly teasing you from your peaceful slumber. Then you felt something warm and wet press against your shoulder, lightly moving across your skin, sending shivers down your spine as you remembered, Steve. He pulled you closer to him until your back was flush against his firm chest.

"G'mornin', Princess." Steve murmured against your ear in a husky tone.

"Morning," You whispered and looked back to him over your shoulder with a tired smile.

"How do you feel, My love?" Steve asked as he pressed another kiss to your shoulder.

You hummed, "Happy." You smiled as you felt Steve smile against your neck where he was kissing you. "What time is it?" You asked turning over in his arms so you were facing him.

He smiled, "Don't worry about that, My love." He said as he gently cupped your face with his left hand and pressed his lips against yours.

You moaned softly against his lips as you felt his hardening cock press against your thigh. You gave a small roll of your hips, desperate to feel more of him as memories of your escapades from last night flooded your mind.

You pushed Steve back by his chest and caught your breath as an idea came to you. "Hmm, Steven... may I... Use my mouth on you, again?" You asked feeling your cheeks flush.

Steve's smile grew, "You're getting bolder, My love." He teased making you roll your eyes.

"I don't have too, Steven." You pouted.

"No, no," Steve pushed himself up in bed so he was sat up against the head board and spread his legs, holding the bed covers up. He nodded, "Please your king." He winked at you.

You rolled your eyes and giggled, "Really, Steven." You eagerly moved between his legs and came face to face with Steve's glorious cock. You licked your lips as you took him in your hand, glancing up at Steve as he let out a soft moan. His head falling back against the pillows as you did.

You may be inexperienced, but watching Steve fall apart because of you in such an intimate way was just so beautiful to you and it was becoming one of your favorite sights. Although, you were getting tired of Steve being able to make you blush so easily. How you wished you could see his cheeks tinted with a blush as he looked away from you shyly, like he had done the previous night when the two of you-

You began grinning to yourself as an idea filled your head. "My gods," You hummed and gently began to teased his cock with your fingers, "You are so beautiful, My darling husband."

Steve gulped, his throat dry as he met your gaze. "Not as beautiful as-" His words died on his tongue and were replaced with a breathy gasp as you placed a kiss to the tip of his cock. "My love," His eyes fell shut and his mouth dropped open as you lightly ran your tongue over him.

You let out a soft moan as the taste of him began to drive you wild. You ran your tongue up and down his length, circling around his bulbous head before sliding it back down.

Steve groaned, "Please, My love."

You used the hand that held his cock to lightly stroke him as you pulled away from him. "Look at your queen," You ordered with a new found confidence.

Steve gulped as he looked at you. Once your eyes met, you gave him a playful grin and wrapped your lips around the tip of him.

"Fuck," He watched as your head bobbed up and down, your lips and tongue sliding up and down his cock, "Feels s'good. Don't fuckin' stop." Steve's head fell back against the pillows as a deep moan fell from his lips.

You moaned around Steve's cock as you looked up at him, the dishevelled look he had as he ran his fingers through his hair turning you into a mess.

"Fuck," Steve panted, "My love..." Steve groaned loudly as you did something he never thought you would, you pulled your mouth of his cock and began to suck lightly on his balls. Steve threw his head back with a loud moan as you continued to move your hand up and down his cock and suck his balls. "Fuck!"

You pulled off his sack with a giggle, "Did you like that, Your Majesty?" You asked as you reached up and used your hand to fondle his balls.

Steve panted heavily as he nodded. "Please, don't stop, My love." He whimpered.

You took Steve into your mouth once more and started to suck a little harder and faster.

A deep moan left Steve's mouth as you started to twist your hand around his shaft, "Fuck! Oh fuck. Don't stop!" Steve groaned and began to raise his hips to meet your mouth. "Fuck! Princess... My love, I'm going to-" Steve cried out as he came.

Pride filled your chest as you watched your king, your husband, the man you loved, fall apart by your touch.

You pulled off him carefully and wiped your mouth as you sat up, pushing the covers off you. "How was that, My darling husband?" You smirked at him.

Steve lifted his head from where it rested and looked up at you, "You know damn well how that was." He smirked back at you as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his lap. "Now it's-" A knock on the chamber doors interrupted Steve making him growl in frustration. "Go away!" He yelled back before pressing hia face into your chest.

"Steven," You scolded him playfully, "We should see whom it is." You cupped his face in your hands.

Steve groaned, "I'd rather we didn't." He said and kissed down between your breasts making your breath hitch. Another knock made him groan against you. "Bastards." He muttered and moved you beside him. "COME!" He yelled out in frustration as he covered the two of you.

The door opened slowly and in walked Jarvis, the Steward, followed by a couple of servants carrying trays of food and drink.

"Good morning, Your Majesty, Your Highness." Jarvis bowed to the two of you as the servants placed the trays down on the table before bowing themselves and leaving. "I thought you'd like breakfast in your room this morning before I sent in your Lords and Ladies to help you get dressed for the day." He smiled.

"Thank you, Lord Jarvis... But, actually," Steve cleared his throat, "If it's okay with you, My love," Steve smiled at you, "I'd rather we dressed ourselves this morning."

You raised your eyebrow at him, "But I'll need help putting my dress on."

"I know, but I can help with it." He said as he began grinning and leaned in, "After I've had you naked and writhing beneath me for as long as possible this morning." He whispered in your ear making you gasp.

You nodded, "It's, fine with me." You looked back over to Jarvis trying not to blush too much as you gave a shy smile. "Hmm... Perhaps, you could have someone draw a bath and inform our Lords and Ladies to take the morning off."

Jarvis nodded. "Of course, Your Highness. I'll leave you to your breakfast." He said as he bowed to you before leaving.

You grabbed the pillow from behind you and smacked Steve in the chest with it taking him by surprise. "Don't say stuff like that when we're not alone, Steven." You playfully scolded him as you repeatedly hit him.

Steve laughed as you did, eventually grabbing the pillow out of your hands and throwing it haphazardly to the end of the bed as he took hold of right wrist. "And why not, My love?" He said as slowly laid you backwards, holding your arm above your head as he laid over you. "Can you not control yourself?" He smirked at you and leaned down to kiss your throat, "Can you not think of anything else other than the way my cock feels as it fills your sweet little cunt, Princess?" Steve ran his nose up your troat, smiling to himaelf as your breath hitched and you tried to roll your hips against him. Before you could lean up to press your lips against his, Steve pulled back and sat up. "We should eat."

Your mouth hung open in disbelief as you watched him in all his naked glory move over to where your breakfast was waiting.

He looked back at you with a smug grin, "You think I didn't notice you teasing me earlier?" He winked and dropped down into a chair. "Two can play that game, My love." He gave you a mischievous smile as he popped a couple of berries into his mouth.

Yes they can, you thought to yourself as you gave Steve your own mischievous smile.

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"I want you to promise me something, Little Princess." You smiled at Morgana kneeling in front of her.

The time had come for you to leave York New and make the long journey to your new home. It was a time you had always feared but now you were beyond excited to start the new chapter of your life.

Morgana sniffled, having spent the last five minutes crying in your arms. "What is it?" She asked.

You looked over at an equally teary eyed Peter with a smile. "I need you to listen to, Peter, okay?" You smiled as she nodded. "He's promised me, he's going to teach you all our ways and all the tricks we know to annoy your father." You smiled up at him. "Isn't that right, Peter."

Peter nodded with a laugh as your poor brother groaned. "That’s right, Your Highness." He winked at Morgana making her laugh.

"It won't be an enemy or old age that kills me, it will be one of you three. I swear!" Tony huffed dramatically making you all laugh.

"I'm going to miss you." Morgana threw her tiny arms around your neck and squeezed you as hard as she could.

"I'll miss you too, Little Princess." You whispered and let her go. You looked up at your brother with a teary smile. "I'll miss you too brother."

Tony took a hold of your hands and helped you up wearing his own teary smile. "Don't. I for one can't wait to get rid of you." He chuckled, pulling you into a hug. "You'll always be 'Little Princess' to me." He whispered against your ear before kissing your forehead. He looked over at Steve as he stepped back. "Make sure you look after her, Steven. Or we'll have trouble." He warned.

Steve nodded as he came to your side. He'd stayed back to give you time to say your goodbyes to your family. "Don't worry, Tony," Steve smiled lovingly at you as he slipped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side. "My mother's already given me a tongue lashing on your behalf." He rolled his eyes making you giggle.

"I always said she was a smart woman." Tony smiled. "Now, go. You've got a new life to start together." Tony picked Morgana up and placed her on his hip.

You nodded taking a deep breath. "Okay..." You turned to Steve. "I'm ready." You smiled at him.

Steve nodded and took. "Then let's go, My love." He said and lead you over to the royal carriage.

With one last look at your family and the castle that had been your home, you bid them goodbye and climbed into the royal carriage with Steve. As the door was closed behind him, Steve turned to you and took your hand in his. "I know you're sad, My love. But this is a good thing." He pressed a kiss to your knuckles and reached across to wipe your fallen tears.

You nodded with a sniffle, "I know it is..." You smiled at him. "And I am so unbelievably excited for our future together... But it's the thought of not having Morgana running around causing chaos." You smiled, "Or hearing Tony's terrible jokes... And not having Peter," You wiped away more of your tears. "Not having Peter there to tell me I'm being stupid every day is... It's scary." You laughed to yourself.

He nodded as he reached out to cup your cheek. "I know it is, My love. But try to remember that, although you weren't born there, Brook is your home and you have a new family... And, with Sam running around I'm sure there's going to be equally as much chaos and Bucky will be more than happy to call you stupid... He tells me all the time." Be teased making you laugh. "That's better." Steve winked at you before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "So, my beautiful wife and soon-to-be Queen of Brook, ready to go home?" Steve asked playfully, giving you a wink as you grinned at him.

You nodded, "Let's go home, Steven."

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Summary: King Steven Grant Rogers once was a good king and a gentle alpha. Now he’s a cruel shadow of his former self. Can he find the light again?

Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader

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Proxy Queen

Chapter 3

Steve Rogers x OC (Alodie)

“Where is Alodie?” Odella asked upon entering her father’s study. The treaty had been signed and returned two days ago, Odella had spent all night packing for her journey to meet her new husband. Alodie should have returned to her by now, Odella had forced one of her mothers servants to carry her luggage to the carriage because of her servants prolonged absence.

Tony looked up at his darling daughter with a wide smile on his face, “Good news cupcake, you won’t be going to Brooklyn.”

“I won’t?”

“King Steven thought himself clever but I count this a blessing. He has consummated his marriage with the proxy making her his lawful wife.”

Odella gave her father a soft smile and cleared her throat to contain her anger, “Does this mean we are still at war?”

“No,” Tony laughed. “The treaty I signed had a hidden clause my advisors failed to note or mention stating the truce would hold true as long as a naivety of the Iron Isles was wedded to the Brooklyn King. Alodie was born here therefore the truce stands and I get to keep you here and pure for much longer.”

“Should we not be offended by his trick?” there was a sharpness to her tone her father failed to notice.

“Steve was once a friend, he would have been a kind husband to you but he knows how I dote upon you. I believe he used this as a way to appease both our advisors, he wanted to end the war and ours wanted a foothold in Brooklyn. It is a win-win, he has allowed me the opportunity to find you a loving marriage instead of treating you as a bargaining chip.”

“He married a peasant!” Tony studied his daughter, her anger wasn’t as contained now, mostly displayed in the tone she used and her furrowed brow.

“Did you truly wish to marry a man you did not know?”

Realizing she lost composure for a moment, she batted her eyelashes at her father and used the tone of voice that always got her what she wanted from him. “I wanted to marry a good and kind King, you advertised him as such to me.”

“He is but he is not the only such man.”

“What shall we do now?”

“Now we enjoy our time together before suitors line up along our gates.” Tony came over and kissed his daughter's temple before returning to the tomb he had previously been reading from.

To say Odella was enraged would be an understatement, livid was more like it. How dare that bitch steal from her? How dare she abandon her role at Odella’s boot? Her parents had plucked Alodie from squarler and this is how that generosity was repaid? This would not stand! Odella returned to her chambers a plot forming in her mind as she pulled a parchment. She sat at her desk to pen a letter to Prince Loki, he couldn’t have gotten far since finalizing the trade deal with the metal workers in a village just outside the capital. Her lover had proposed a scheme she had rejected previously but now it sounded like the greatest plan for revenge. Together they’d assassinate Thor and then, with the joint power of Asgard and the Iron Isles she’d get her vengeance upon Alodie.

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Laughter filled the early morning air as everyone gathered at the table broke their fast. Alodie’s father had made assessments and though it was a little late, provided his blessing to Steven. But it wasn’t given for the reasons Steve believed. Norman had watched the way theKing looked at his daughter, he remembers that feeling of blossoming love, of how it needs to be handled with care or it’d blow out like wind putting out a candle.

“Tony’s response was far better than we hoped to dream,” Buckey nodded to Steve. “But we can’t pretend we didn’t just slight him and all his people.”

“After our meal we shall prepare for the journey home,” Steve nodded to Buck before turning his gaze to the father and daughter at his table. “Travel will take about two days depending on the weather,” then his attention fully turned to Alodie. “You’ve much experience with horses?” To be honest he was concerned about the long journey for her, Buck had mentioned she seemed frightened when he’d helped her mount up the other day and the entire journey from the capital to their camp she hadn’t complained once but she shifted in discomfort regularly.

“In truth our wedding day was my first astride,” she looked down in shame. “Odella preferred I run alongside her when she rode and we never journeyed far enough without a carriage to warrant my needing to learn.”

Steve gently used the knuckle of his index finger to lift her chin so she was looking at him, “It's alright, you shall ride along with me but that will add time to our journey. My horse is quite the steed but frequent breaks will be needed.” Forgetting for a moment they weren’t alone, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. The look of utter adoration she offered in response did wonderful things to his heart and soul.

A clearing of someone's throat caused the newly weds to blush and pull apart, Sam looked to Norman. “Do you know how to ride?”

“It has been some years but I do, my bones may be brittle but I shall endure nonetheless.” Norman smiled.

“Sam and myself shall take your flank for the journey,” Buckey nodded to Steve before turning to Alodie. “Samuel here, shall lead your Queensguard.”

“My Queensguard?” she sounded surprised but understanding fell upon her features. “Right, my life shall be different from here on out.”

“You need not worry,” Steve reassured. “Those at this table are some of my dearest friends, when we return you shall meet Lady Wanda, she shall be your head of staff and assist you in adjusting to the roll.”

“She’s friendly,” Sam smiled wide.

“He boasts of his wife!” Buckey mocked.

“You taunt me while your own wife nearly stole your position in the Kingsguard.” the three men laughed then.

“Natasha only failed due to her pregnancy, once the baby is born she shall return and remove Buck from his position.”

“My wife is quite skilled but I believe it was I who won our last duel at the last tourney.” Buckey grumbled.

“She was impaired, already the effects of pregnancy taking effect.”

“Lord Barnes' wife is a skilled warrior?” Alodie turned to Steve, whispering quietly to him alone. Steve nodded. “Such a duty is unheard of for females to take in my home land.”

“You will soon learn how vastly different my people's lives are compared to your previous residence. For instance, the head of our household staff is held by a male. Vision is also responsible for all the organizing, coordination, and decorating for celebration. I imagine he shall have the castle adorned with the finest for your welcoming.”

“I confess, I find myself both eager and intimidated to see our home. I know not how to be Queen but I wish to sleep by your side each night in a proper bed.”

He smirked at her, “and we shall, I have sent word ahead that the Queens Chambers need not be prepared as you shall reside in my chambers. As for your duties, Wanda has been handling them for several years alongside my mother. Between the two of them I trust you will learn efficiently.”

He saw doubt on her face, she bit her bottom lip before looking to him for reassurances, “What if I do not perform well enough in my role?”

“You will.”

“But what if-”

“Alodie,” he said softly. “You will make a fine Queen, as I previously mentioned our Queens typically were from the peasant class, it is expected you shall need time. But should you struggle, you will have Wanda and my mother for as long as you need.”

“Do you think your mother will approve of me?”

“I should hope.” he smiled, giving her one last peck to her forehead before rejoining the conversation. A blissful moment between his men and the new family he’d obtained to end the war, in just a few hours they’d begin the journey home and he’d be permitted to devote all his time to building their marriage.

The journey back to the Kingdom took five days instead of the estimated two, Alodie’s inexperience on horseback resulted in Steve ordering many more breaks then the men were prepared for. The disgruntled men knew better than to remark upon the situation, they would do the same for their own ladies. At night, the King would help his lady down to the river to soak and ease the pain in her muscles. He did not initiate martial activities, not since their consummation, at first it had been out of an attempt to allow her to adjust to all the changes in her life, now it was due to the ache of her thighs. He reassured her with words each night as he held her in his arms, doting kisses upon her flesh and promising once they reached Brooklyn and she was able to walk without a slight wobble he’d seek her out for such things.

It was frightening to him how quickly he adapted to her, how quickly she’d earned herself a spot in his heart. While their conversations were jovial and exploritority it was his actions that earned her his affections. Sore and exhausted he discovered she still made attempts to assist and care for all those traveling with them, trying to befriend and wait upon them. At first he assumed it was out of habit due to her previous rank but that was absolute when he saw genuine care in her eyes as she helped prepare meals or remove the armor of the men. She cared for his people and him, not because it was her duty but she found joy in the challenge of constant kindness. It was in those moments of kindness he couldn’t find guilt in himself for the deceit that brought her into his life.

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buckets-and-trees · 11 months

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Cedar Trees

a collection of Royal AU stories centered around a King Steve Rogers and Queen!Reader

You came into this betrothal to Steve Rogers, King of York, with no illusions to the situation – yours was a marriage to ensure the continuation of many generations of alliance and peace between your respective kingdoms. It was your duty as the second-born. Very early, however, you learn what your royal union truly means to you both, and it's more than either of you expect.

Content Warnings: [check individual parts for their respective warnings] politically arranged marriage, reluctant pining, SMUT (rough fucking, vaginal intercourse, oral – female receiving, fluffy fucking, nipple play)

AUTHOR NOTE: The setting for this is a semi-Georgian era in a loose version of a North America based in no reality, only aesthetic and general royal protocols of the time.

ADDITIONALLY: I actively and eagerly accept questions about this AU as well as requests - asks I can get to fairly quickly, requests may take me longer. I know their general story, but I have no agenda for a plot for them, so I'm willing to fulfill requests based on what people would like to see in this couple's story.

ORIGINAL FOUNDATION PIECE: Fire Burning From a Cedar Tree

Release Order:

Fire Burning From a Cedar Tree [3.4k]

The Thrill of Knowing How Alone We Are [1.2k]

Cold Hands, Warm Hearts [1.3k]

A Shift in the Morning Routine [1.1k]

Chronological Order:

The Thrill of Knowing How Alone We Are

Fire Burning From a Cedar Tree

A Shift in the Morning Routine

Cold Hands, Warm Hearts

Extras:

what if Cedar Trees was also an omegaverse?

your first winter holidays as Queen in the kingdom of Brooklyn

ask re: kinks and physical intimacy

Resources:

Collection Cover by me

Divider by @firefly-graphics / #evansyhelp

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 month

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the pained peace treaty

fused with the foe, chapter one

a/n: oh wow, i have no idea how to introduce this beast of a story except to say hi, hello, welcome! i really hope you enjoy this story, as well as the rest of the trilogy, idk if i've ever gone as in depth and all out with any story as i have with these.

summary: “now, everything is already set into motion, so we don’t have time for any of your theatrics,” not looking you in the eye, he frostily told you, “you are to be married. A carriage has just arrived a few minutes ago to pick you up and transport you to Eflorr.”

warnings: king!steve rogers x reader, fantasy AU (monsters, but not much magic), original fantasy world, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, innocent!reader, abusive father (like super bad. he is a garbage person), wedding, blood, injury

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“Your majesty, I must warn you, if, gods forbid, our people come to discover the great lengths you’ve been willing to go in this disagreement over the past two decades, they might start an uprising. And if you keep going, then it’ll turn into a full-blown war and you know our kingdom wouldn’t be able to survive that, not with them. Our city’s walls may be high, high enough to keep out any beasts that may wander this far south, but it wouldn’t keep them out. You know better than most how people from Eflorr are. If you don’t wanna lose your crown, one way or another, then I’d strongly advise that we come up with some peace treaty.”

“I know, I know…” King Ivan leaned back in his gilded throne with a huff, the quality of his voice was as thin as his towering frame, “a trade I think should suffice.”

A different advisor then timidly pipped up, “but our mines ran cold ages ago, what could we possibly offer that would be satisfactory?”

Not lifting his cold gaze, the king stared at a fixed spot on the marble floor as he said, “I know one thing the king lacks that we may be able to provide for him… a wife.”

“A wife–,” both of the men’s eyes grew wide, “but do you mean–, your majesty, she is your only daughter, are you certain this is the fate you want her to have? Those people are barbaric! If one of the dangers that rule the north doesn’t get to her first, one of their citizens surely will. Sire, what if history repeats itself?”

“Then let it do so. In fact, perhaps this could have been her purpose all along and I just didn’t realise it. Couldn’t see past my own rage to grasp how useful she actually could be…”

Sharing a nervous glance, one of the advisors asked, “should we send for her? See if she agrees with the plans?”

“No, I’ll tell her when the time is right. Wouldn’t want her to do anything stupid and ruin the one good thing she could ever provide,” finally lifting his stony gaze, the king commanded, “make the arrangements, I’ll see to it that she doesn’t ruin it.”

Deep within the opulent halls of the gilded palace, standing grand and safe behind Ingorn’s tall city walls, twisting up towards the clouds, up in a window in the western tower, there you sat.

Book in your lap, you leaned back against the small pillow you’d propped behind you to make the wide windowsill more comfortable. Small paper butterflies hung from strings above and some dangled so low that the childhood craft that still decorated your window trickled the crown of your head. Flipping the page, your fingertips brushed down over the illustration that appeared in the agricultural tome you’d found in one of your brothers’ rooms.

As long as you put it back before Angus returned then you’d probably be good. And if he were to somehow notice, then as long as he didn’t rat you out to your father then it would be alright. Both Angus and a few of the others that were closer to your age, Oliver and Francis respectively, were always a bit of a gamble whether or not they would do such a thing. They didn’t always have the same spirit as the eldest pair of your older brothers, Xavier and Callum.

You missed them so much your heart ached. The older they got, the longer their diplomatic missions seemed to stretch out, making the quiet palace that much more lonely in your solitude.

A knock then suddenly boomed at your door, causing you to jump edgily in your seat before you slammed the book shut and nervously stuffed it behind the firm pillow.

“Come in!” you called out, swiftly straightening out your dress that had crumbled around your legs at the comfortable seat. As the door to your room slammed open, the figure that stood in it caught you by surprise, “Father–, oh, hello,” you straightened your posture that much further at his arrival.

Skipping over any niceties, King Ivan simply stated, “you need to pack up your stuff.”

Your brows knitted into a fierce furrow, “what?”

“Not everything, of course,” he cast a cold glance around the room though didn’t take a step to enter it, “just the things you are particularly attached to.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” your head lightly shook from side to side, “where am I going?”

When his eyes finally gave you the time of day, it swiftly dropped to the floor as a heavy sigh flowed from his lips, “why do you have to be the spitting image of her…” the muttering was unfortunately just loud enough for your ears to catch. His disappointment was always just loud enough for your ears to catch. When he entered the room and you moved to get up, he swiftly said, “stay seated, Y/n,” before he planted himself next to you on the wide windowsill, “now, everything is already set into motion, so we don’t have time for any of your theatrics,” not looking you in the eye, he frostily told you, “you are to be married. A carriage has just arrived a few minutes ago to pick you up and transport you to Eflorr.”

“To Eflorr?” your gaze grew wide, “you wish for me to marry someone there?”

“Not just someone, you are to marry their king.”

“I–… I–…” your chest rose and fell rapidly beneath your rosy dress, “but father, you can’t–, I can’t go live with the people who killed mom.”

“We don’t know if they actually murdered her. But I do know that you did,” his glare locked upon you as he let himself seethe, “if you hadn’t been born then she’d still be alive,” the fact that the only thing he blamed more for his late wife’s untimely demise then the kingdom she’d perished in was you, remained a point that the sovereign had never been shy about sharing with you for as long as you could recall, “your duty is to protect and serve this land, this crown,” your eyes naturally fluttered up to gaze at the twisted gold balanced upon his head, “if you don’t go through with this, then those savages will come pillage and ruin your home. You are, regrettably, the very last hope this kingdom has of survival. You have no choice, Y/n. This marriage is the only thing that can stop a war we would never survive,” exhaling slowly, he then dominantly nodded in a concluding fashion, “pack your stuff, you have an hour.”

You felt tears sting your eyes as your bottom lip quivered, “an hour? But–, can’t we wait at least a few days before I leave? Can’t I get a chance to say goodbye to at least one of my brothers? None of them are home yet.”

Regret instantly washed over you as your father’s nostrils flared angrily. Seizing your arm in a bruising grip, he yanked you close as he hissed, “you listen, and you listen carefully, you little brat. You have been the bane of my existence ever since you took your first breath. You took away the love of my life. You don’t deserve a goodbye, you don’t deserve anything. Do you think I got a goodbye when your mother suddenly went into labour on that diplomatic mission? No. All I got was you. Not another son, but a living, breathing reminder of what I lost that day,” your eyes squeezed shut as your cheek tingled at the memory of his strikes, “now, be a good girl and go wet his prick, give him a few babies, do anything he’d fucking please, so that him and his barbaric army doesn’t come here and slaughter everything you know and love.”

“Your highness, are you cold?” the high-ranking warden sitting across from you in the carriage noticed the shiver that your body couldn’t seem to shake.

Tearing your eyes off of the scenery along The Emerald Path that the narrow window granted you a view of, you glanced back at the warrior. The brown hair he had practically tied off at the base of his neck blossomed into a dark beard. A bare palm clasped over an inked one in his lap as you met his gaze and said, “no, I’m–…” in truth, you were scared, so scared that you were trembling like a leaf, but you couldn’t tell the foreign king’s advisor that, too much weighted on your shoulders, you couldn’t screw this up, “no,” glancing back out of the window, you only stared a moment at the sparse cottages that slowly came into view on the rolling hills before you turned your head again and let the nauseating nerves control your words, “pardon me, Barnes, is it?”

“Yes, your highness?”

“Sir, how much further till we get there?” your quiet voice echoed within the carriage, “it’s just–, it’s been days.”

“Oh, not long at all,” he shook his head lightly, “actually,” the knight leaned forward in his seat and cast his glance outside, “if you look out the window now, right there,” a small smile tugged at his lips as his finger shot up to point, “that river, that means we’re getting close to Borün city.”

As the river then suddenly curved before the dirt road, the clomping hooves of the horses that hauled the coach resonated as they trotted over a stone bridge.

Twisting your head, you glanced out to your right and spotted farmlands curve over the rolling hills that swiftly blossomed into thickets and towering flora you’d only assume was the southern perimeter of The Noll Woods. Books about this kingdom had been banned in your homeland for as long as you could remember, but even though you were essentially going in blind, you still weren’t completely ignorant when it came to the dangers that called that sprawling forest its home, not that you were an expert in the slightest, but your brothers had from time to time told you tales of the monsters who dominated in this part. From giant and twisted insect-like creatures, to mischievous pixies, to even the rare dragon, those stories had always been your favourite. Apart from the rare occasion where Callum would share stories with you about your mother. Being the eldest, he was the only one who truly remembered her.

Instinctively, your fingers fluttered up to fiddle with the opalescent stone that hung from a chain around your neck. In the middle of the milky jewel was a small rune engraved into it. You had no idea what it meant, but your fingers had still traced the carving countless of times before as it had hung from your neck for as long as you could recall. It hadn’t been till you were a ways into your teens that you’d come to discover that it had belonged to your mother.

Casting your glance out the other side as you passed a tall watchtower, behind the wide city stables unfolded a port town so quaint that it surprised you. Over the small valley of gabled roofs towered a central tree, and beyond all of that, the sparkle of the sea caught your eye, a sight you’d never beheld before, haven not only stemmed from a landlocked metropolis, but also not haven been permitted to leave your room as much as your heart had desired.

“This is Eflorr?” you asked as the carriage began to roll up the winding path to the stone castle that loomed on the cliff, granting you a new view of how the river that you’d crossed slid through the city and spilt into the ocean.

“This is Eflorr, your highness,” the corners of his lips twitched at the sight of how wide your curious eyes were.

“It’s–… it’s–…” your stare danced over the lush ivy that climbed the solid towers, “not what I expected…”

“What did you expect?”

Tearing your gaze away from the window, you blinked, “oh, I didn’t mean–,” suddenly worried that your shock had come out sounding rude, “I just–… I don’t know a lot about this land,” in the few tales you’d heard about this place, there had been a running gag that the people of Eflorr had lived so close to the dangerous beasts that called this part of the continent their home that they too had turned into monsters, “it’s just different than I imagined.”

Ascending the jagged hill and passing through the front gate, it opened up into a wide courtyard before you felt the carriage finally roll to a stop.

The wagon creaked gently as Barnes stepped out first, though when his boots were firmly on the cobblestone, his frame twisted as he reached an outstretched hand back for you to grasp in support of your own exit. Ever so apprehensively, you slid your own palm into his as your other twisted in your long skirts before you slipped out of the carriage.

Letting go of his gasp, the soldier's low timbre washed over you as your head tilted back to take in the vast stronghold, “his majesty, unfortunately, couldn’t be here for your arrival as there was a bit of a dryad problem further up north he had to take care of,” you gaze tore away from the fort and fell upon him, “but I assure you he should be back in time for the wedding.”

“Oh, alright,” you breathed, unsure if that fact made you feel better or worse about the entire predicament.

“If you’d like, I can give you a brief tour of the castle,” he offered as he led you towards the main entrance into the castle proper, “or if you’re exhausted after the journey, then I can just show you directly up to your chambers.”

Offering him a polite smile, you nodded, “a tour would be lovely, thank you.”

He only briefly went over the buildings surrounding the courtyard you’d entered into, as they were mainly designed as barracks and various other facilities for the local wardens, though the horses that stuck their heads out of the royal stalls in the corner did catch your eye before you moved on inside.

Barnes’ voice echoed in most of the chambers he showed you in the castle’s western wing. The vast stained-glass windows that were in the ballroom for instance took your breath away as you saw how the light streamed through them and warmed up the room with glittering little rays of colour.

Behind the great halls, squeezed in between and connecting the two major parts of the fort, there you crossed through a much more quiet and lush courtyard. The pebble paths that curved around the central fountain too curled around various topiary bushes that were trimmed to perfection like living sculptures.

Though as your guide showed you the eastern wing that crested over the foaming sea below, your curiosity got the better of you.

“Hey, Barnes?”

Slowing his leisurely stride, he tilted his head slightly, “yes, your highness?”

“What are dryads?” your brows knit lightly together, “you mentioned there was a problem with them, but what are they?”

“You don’t know?” he glanced over at you, clearly trying to mask his surprise as you shook your head, “oh, well, they are forest spirits, nymphs,” he explained as you roamed deeper down a broad hallway on the second floor, passing many private chambers both to your right and your left, “it’s not uncommon for them to wander and bother the folks who live further up the coast. Have you never encountered one? They are not as uncommon in Obelón as most of the other creatures that thrive this far north.”

“No, I’ve never seen one…” you shook your head as a low sigh flowed from your lips, “never really seen anything…”

“Not much of an outdoorsy person?” he guessed in a light-hearted tone.

Forcing a smile, you replied, “you could say that…” as you hadn’t been allowed to be one even if you wanted to. Passing a set of double doors that stood wide open, the sight inside made you halt your steps, “is this the library?”

Shadowing you as your feet crossed the threshold, he nodded, “yes, it is,” then pointed back over his shoulder, “and your quarters are right down that hall.”

Numerous grand bookcases stood lined up all the way down to where a tall window allowed the sunlight in and let it stream through the rows.

“Can I–… would it be alright if I read some of them?”

“Of course, your highness.”

“Would you mind showing me which ones I’m allowed to read?” you briefly peeked back at him as a bubble of anxiety fluttered in your belly, “I don’t wanna accidentally read something that I’m not allowed to.”

Barnes then blinked back at you a moment before he uttered, “your highness, you can read each and every one of them if you’d like. Why wouldn’t you be allowed to read whatever you wish? They are yours after all, or will be after the wedding,” the corners of your lips twitched upwards as he then asked, “would you like to peruse the titles now or do you want to see your chambers?”

“Oh, uhm,” you tore your gaze away from the tomes and turned back, “I’ll look later.”

“Alright,” he nodded, extending his inked arm to show you the way. As he pushed the heavy wooden door open to the room at the very end of the hall, his voice rang out once more, “this is the peacock suite,” following him inside, he settled to a stop near the exit for you to explore the space on your own, “you can, of course, change anything you’d like for it to match your taste.”

“Thank you,” you breathed as you slowly made your way deeper into the chamber. It was gently divided with a more formal area towards the front where both tufted couches and a crackling fireplace stood, as well as a set of doors that opened up to a quaint balcony. Towards the left, under a swirling archway, twisted a broad canopy bed up towards the tall ceilings, warm with blankets and furs, and in the corner, by a breezy partition, stood a deep cobber bathtub.

Haven not noticed that he’d moved, you then heard as Barnes creaked the doors to a close, “if you need anything, anything at all, I’ll be right outside.”

With a loud creak, the heavy double doors opened before you and revealed the grand hall. As soft music gushed out, you nearly didn’t recognise the space from your tour the other day as it was now decorated with vibrant flowers and flowing banners that dropped down from the high ceilings above, as well as being completely packed with a swarm of people. A thin path parted the giddy crowd right down the middle towards the opposing grand door that guards opened simultaneously to yours.

A shaky breath filled your lungs as you stared at the man crossing over the threshold. The flickering candlelight caught the honeyed shine of the locks that came down to tickle the nape of his neck. A bit darker, his short beard was full and warmed up the bottom half of his gruff features. He sure looked like a man who could slay a kraken with his bare fists, as the soft fur cloak that draped over his shoulders did not conceal his bulky physic one bit. The neckline of his indigo tunic stretched low enough for you to see the concave of his fuzzy chest and the impressive battle scars that broke up the rippling flesh.

You’d seen the portrait of the king that hung in the hallway that stretched up towards the throne room, but to see him before your very eyes, in flesh and blood and not precise paint, was something else entirely.

The long and embroidered train of the blue silk kirtle you wore dragged across the store floor behind you as both you and the monarch slowly stepped into the chamber to join in the very middle.

The enchanting music stopped as you reached one another and the parted paths to either exit slowly closed as the crowd gathered and enclosed around the sacred vow that was about to ensue.

Parting the sea of people like a divine force, an elderly woman, with a braided grey mane so long that it hit the floor, stepped up beside the both of you.

“People of Eflorr,” the crone’s calm voice boomed, “today marks a day of unity, a day of peace, and most of all a day of love. Like a seed planted in the soil, tonight we will all witness this relationship blossom and go on the journey of growing into a magnificent tree, with roots strong enough to endure any storm, to propagate new seedlings that will watch over and shade our kingdom when yours have fallen.”

Looking to the king, she handed him a small dagger from her belt and spoke, “blade across skin,” and he reached out for your right hand, “strike out your seedling’s love line,” your breath hitched as you felt him slice the top of your palm. Crimson blood trickled down onto his own hand as yours rested atop it, “and claim it as your own,” he flipped the blade around and handed it to you, before presenting you his own palm, open in yours. He didn’t even blink as you hesitantly pierced the calloused skin and traced the line already adoring his broad palm, “weave your lines together, so they become the same,” he then moved to clasp your hands together, his wide grip engulfed yours completely. Your teeth sank into just the faintest bit of your bottom lip at the fresh sting of your wound as it bled into his, “and may this scar serve you as a reminder, of the vow you made on this momentous day.”

And as the last of the matron's words flowed from her lips so did the roar of celebration that erupted throughout the crowd as the festivities of the night bloomed at an instant.

The feast had been nothing short of immaculate. Countless of dishes had been spread out on the crowded banquet tables ranging from the savoury braised legumes to the sweet and shiny pies. It was an impossible task to try and taste every one of them, but an excuse you still used to stay glued to your seat and not get up and mingle with the boisterous gathering of strangers.

As a stark contrast, you thought you only noticed the king take two bites before he rose to greet some latecomers who had arrived. Laughing and chatting with the sea of people, he hadn’t offered you a single word, barely even a brief glance the whole night. Though your gaze still followed him from your seat up at the high table as he moved through the crowd like they were all his dearest friends.

When the moon had floated up to be high in the sky, clearly visible on the other side of the stained glass, your head had dropped down into a propped-up palm as a deep yawn forced its way out of your frame.

“Are you tired, your majesty?” a deep timbre suddenly found your ears, a specific tone that caused your spine to straighten out at once.

Whipping your head to your right, your weary eyes grew wide as you saw the king again at his seat, “no, I’m alright,” you hastily coughed out, “I’m so sorry for behaving like that in your presence. This party is exquisite.”

“It’s alright, you can yawn,” you suddenly felt the need to look away now that his ocean stare was finally fixed upon you, “it’s late, I was about to retire for the night as well, so I can only imagine how you must feel. If you’d like, I could escort you back to your chambers. I’m not sure how familiar you’ve become with the castle since you’ve arrived, but even I can still get lost when the corridors are this dark and I’ve indulged in perhaps one too many goblets of wine.”

A flutter of nauseating nerves rushed within your belly, but even so, you still pushed through and forced a smile, “if that’s what the king desires, then sure, you can escort me.”

It was your wedding night. You knew what was about to happen.

Or, actually, you didn’t quite know what the marital act entailed, but you were sure a man such as Steve had enough of an understanding to take charge. All you knew was what little you’d been told. To strip down naked, not whine or scream, and do as he tells you.

The soaring butterflies within you only grew more ferocious as you followed his long stride throughout the castle. Out of the ballroom and through a cold stone hallway, when you crossed the bridge that linked the two wings over a part of the cliff that descended dramatically, you nearly doubled over the parapet to empty your stomach over the town of Borün that blossomed below.

But with a shaky intake of breath, your fist closed around the silk of your skirt as you settled yourself and forced your feet to keep moving. Even as you passed the threshold into the eastern part of the castle, you still shadowed the monarch up the many steps until his broad palm held the door to your chambers open for you to enter.

The fire had been lit while you were gone, and the room was encased in the warm glow.

“Did, uh…” you heard the door close behind you as the king attempted a bit of small talk, “did you have a nice time tonight?”

“I did, your majesty,” you kept your answer brief out of fear that he’d hear the tremble to your tone.

Slowly turning his back to you, his gaze washed over the room, “are you pleased with your bed chambers?” he settled to face the balcony, the door slightly ajar to let the night breeze seep through and rustle the sheer curtains, “because if you don’t like it, if you’d rather have a view of the town then the sea, then that’s an easy problem to fix.”

“I think the view is just fine from here, but thank you,” you answered politely as you gathered up the last bit of your courage and reached back to undo the long row of buttons that went down the spine of the light blue dress.

When the silky garment dropped to the floor, the quiet rustle was enough to draw the king’s attention.

First offering you just a quick glance over his shoulder, he then swiftly whirled around completely, “what are you doing?”

Weaving your fingers in the thin material of your chemise, you blinked back at his stunned features, “I’m sorry, am I doing it wrong?” sure that he could already see everything through the sheer, white fabric.

His feet didn’t move as he asked, “what are trying to do?” before he averted his gaze to the stone floor.

“Well,” you uttered quietly, “it’s our wedding night.”

“Oh…” was all he breathed.

“To be transparent, I’m actually not quite sure what’s to happen, but I do know it’s something,” reaching up, you took the gold and twisted circlet, that crowned your head, off and carefully sat it down on the side table to your left, “I don’t know the details, I just know that I should strip down. Do you know what we’re supposed to do?”

“Fuck,” he cursed, briefly squeezing his eyes shut, “yes I do, but, your majesty, please, keep your clothes on,” his gaze flickered back to you as you slowly began to hike up the last layer.

“Why?” your fingers froze, “isn’t it a tradition here for us to–”

“Well, yes, but–…” he let out a strained sigh before slowly stating, “I’m gonna go.”

A chill crawled up your skin, “…oh, I see…” you uttered quietly as he crossed the room, “did I do something wrong?”

Halting in the doorway as he ripped it open, “no, you–…” but the rest of his words crumbled as his gaze settled upon you one last time, instead letting a low sigh flow from his lungs, “sleep well,” and added nearly subconsciously just before the door slammed shut, “goodnight, dove.”

Even though a wave of relief washed over you, a sting of hurt also followed suit as the king left.

Had you done something wrong, or did he just find you that repellent, that hideous, that he refused to perform his marital duties?

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